Pianoman symphony

Pottering about the house today, further finetuning the papers to store / take / recycle, moving clothes from the cupboards into pieces of luggage and the two commodes that will be accompanying me to my parents' place. Listening to the everyday noises that have become the background music to my life for most of the recent past. The pianoman relentlessly and brilliantly practicing up on the 8th floor, and the children playing and screaming during their class breaks at the school that's just in front of the flat. The occassional drill from a nearby building work (building work has become a permanent fixture in this neighbourhood since c. 2005), the screech of cars as they race into and out of the quiet street while occassionally honking for added emphasis about how urgent their business is.

I'm actually going to miss that odd symphony of life, just because its become familiar, especially over the last year when I've spent so much time at home. And I still don't know who of my two suspects actually is "the pianoman". Maybe its just as well. Some mysteries are best left unsolved...

(P.S. The illustration is actually Blind Eye Score by Percy Aldridge Grainger - his work can be found at th University of Melbourne, to which he donated it. I chose it because it seems so free, so spontaneous and yet is so appealing to the senses)